User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110730150907/@comment-3135907-20110730152123

Grizat and Bluwgo, two searats, are at the front of the cart. Waving weapons angrily, they leap off the second Bleegor the brakesbeast pulls the steel brake into place and the cart comes to a screeching stop, throwing sand all over. Grizat has a bow and arrows. Loosing an arrow into the horde of crows and other black birds, he dashes to where the ship is berthed, about fifteen feet from shore, and climbs aboard. "Clubbo, ol' mate, I knew yid make it," he addresses the stoat pirate. "Yeh, an' yew got 'ere a little late, Griz," Clubbo says, motioning to the now twelve slain seavermin on the blood-washed deck. The seven remainder come out of their hiding places. Then the score clamber out of the cart and begin firing full-force at the blackbirds.